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Mar 2015
your pale smooth skin
     slides under me
     as we are more sweat
     than bone
     i suckle
     your pink taut areolas
     you clutch my hair
     and my fingers spread
     everywhere
     you close your eyes
     bite down your lips
     shudder slightly
     gasp
     a low heavy breath
     and it’s like
     some shade in an inferno
     opened a cobwebbed window
     from the blackest molten bowels
     to release the compressed
     stagnate humid air
     from your deepest self.
Alessander
Written by
Alessander  Los Fucking Angeles
(Los Fucking Angeles)   
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